Alright, ch1 of KND: Legion's Shadow!

Myths, Legends, Fables, all having some mythical presence within, whether it be some undying moral or some corny ending where the protagonist defeats his mortal enemy. But all stories are famous for one of four things, the protagonist, the plot, a lesson, and the antagonist. This is not the story of a noble quest or teaching a lifelong moral, this is a simple story, about the good guys doing all they could to stop the villain. This was one of the darkest days in the history of the KND, second only to one other.

West Port, Virginia

Midnight. Teenagers silently worked as boats entered the port. The teens unloaded the dozens of crates via man power and crane. Chad Dickson, the infamous traitor of the KND and third in command of the Teenz, oversaw the shipment delivery.

Chad pulled out his cell phone and dialed up The Steve's number. He pressed the call button and waited for the king of teenagers.

"Hello?" The Steve asked from his end as music boomed in the background.

"Sir, the shipment is on schedule and being unloaded as we speak" Chad said slyly. "We've got enough chemicals to begin our stink bomb campaign on every major kid hotspot in Virginia."

"Excellent! Soon after this little prelude, we'll launch stink bomb campaigns all over the world! No kid will be safe from the smell!" The Steve exclaimed. "Carry on with the good work man, The Steve is out to get his par-tay on!"

Chad hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. "Right…yeah."

Behind a container on one of the docks, Numbuh 41 and 43 kept out of sight from the working teens. "Alright" Numbuh 41 said as she peered out from behind cover "We've got enough here to cover Virginia in a cloud of stink."

"Should we call it in?" Numbuh 43 asked as he held a P.I.P.E. to his ear, ready to alert their fellow operatives.

Numbuh 41 turned to her partner and nodded. "Definitely."

Atop one of the countless containers littering the port, a lone figure knelt and watched everything before him. The man shook violently. He bawled his left fist and punched the container before standing up. He shook violently once more before letting out a low cackle, making sure not to give away his location.

Chad sighed. They were going slower than he'd like. He was about to motion for them to speed up, only for two KND operatives to jump out of hiding and aim their weapons at him. Without turning to face the operatives, Chad merely spoke. "Isn't it a little past your bed time?"

"I hoe you've enjoyed tormenting kids Chad, the KND is on their way and we're going to take you in for decommissioning." Numbuh 41 smirked.

"You think you've got this all figured out don't you?" Chad asked turning around to face the two operatives. "Well, you don't. I have a larger role in the grand scheme; I will not let you destroy all that I had worked for."

Before any of the operatives could retort, screams erupted from several directions. "What is going on?" Chad asked aloud.

"Looks like the KND got here faster than we expected" Numbuh 43 smirked.

"No! No! They're all over me! They're all over me!" a teenager yelled running passed Chad and the two investigators. The teen frantically patted himself, swiping at nothing. "The spiders! The spiders! They're all over me!"

Chad walked up to the teen and slapped him. "Get a hold of yourself Craig!"

"Get them of me Chad! The spiders are all over me!" Craig yelled once more before running towards the dock and jumping into the water.

Numbuhs 41 and 43 exchanged questioning glances. "…What was up with him?"

"I have no clue…" Chad sighed. Before he knew it more screams of terror erupted. Teens dropped what they were doing as green gas blew out to sea. The teens all began to react wildly and flinched as they began to hallucinate.

"Fear…" an eerie voice echoed throughout the port, sending shivers down Chad and the operatives spines. "Is that…fear we smell? Yes…it is fear…"

Chad and the two KND operatives turned around at the sound of a thud to see a scrawny man wearing burlap sack to cover his face with another sack acting as a hood standing behind them.

"Who the heck are you?" Numbuh 43asked before gas was blown into his face. The operative coughed and gagged. His eyes instantly became blood shot. He blinked. Before his eyes, where Chad, Numbuh 41, and the mysterious man had stood, his worst fear stood before him. Clowns.

"Numbuh 43…?" Numbuh 41 asked, concerned for her partner.

"CLOWNS!" Numbuh 43 screamed like a girl before running around in a circle and hitting a pole.

Numbuh 41 only shook her head before inhaling the green gas. Like Numbuh 43, her eyes shot wide open as they became blood shot. She quickly began to hallucinate and freaked out as her worst fears quickly manifested before her eyes. Numbuh 41 shut her eyes and held herself, muttering to herself that 'they' would go away.

Chad looked around him, dumbfounded. Everyone around him was currently walking mad or babbling about something. He turned to face the scrawny man and took up a fighting stance. "Who are you?" Chad asked in a threatening tone.

"We are Legion" the man said raising his right hand which had syringes hooked to the tips of his digits. "For we are many." The man struck at Chad, impaling his side, injecting a green liquid into the teen.

Chad's eyes immediately widened in terror as the man's appearance changed before his eyes. The man now resembled a hideous fiend of his worst fears. Chad flailed left and right before crumpling up into a fetal position.

Despite Chad's vision, the man remained the same in appearance. The man smiled before turning and walking to the crane. The man began to reload the boat with the crates before taking off in the boat, leaving with the chemicals and leaving several youths in fear induced comas.

KND Museum

"Uh. Hey Numbuh 101."

"Hi Numbuh 2030" Matt said smiling.

"Later I need you to do something for me"

Numbuh 101 sighed. It had been two weeks since then. Matt had agreed to do what Numbuh 2030 asked of him. The Prospector leader supplied him with the equipment to get the job done: A transmitter that could send a message back in time, and a card to read. Matt didn't know how the Prospector had come across the transmitter, but he knew why he wanted him to send a message back in time.

Matt turned on the transmitter and set the date. Two weeks ago, right when Fanny and Patton had their big argument. Matt then began to read the card. "Numbuh 101 calling the Moon Base, I bring you a message from the future, do not, I repeat do not let Numbuh's 60 and 86 leave the KND, don't go to Sector V, please don't trust Numbuh 4, and for the love of zero don't, I mean don't, let them release the prisoner!"

Matt sighed as he had finished. He understood all but one thing he had just done. Who was the prisoner?